Dear Bella,
I don't know how to start this letter. So I'll just drive right in, and if it makes you uncomfortable, well, I can't help that.
He's a vampire. I'm a werewolf. MORTAL ENIEMIES. DO YOU UNDERSTAND.
Ok, sorry. That's a little harsh. But I want to talk to you. I want to see your face. It's hard to think about it, because I can't see you... And I'm not going to explain in a letter…and anyway, you made the choice here! Sending notes through Charlie and Billy to me like second grade isn't going to change anything! You just can't have it both ways, when it's between MORTAL ENIMIES. Get it? Oh, god, I know I'm being a jerk.
Sorry. But it would be hard for us to, you know, be friends again. I want to though, you know. HE'S making everything too hard! I wouldn't even be this, this monster if it weren't for him, his family- sorry Bella. I didn't mean it like that. I don't want it to be like this, you know, but I can't help it! I just wish that- well, that…I don't know. That I didn't know. That it wasn't such a dog-eat-dog world-…ok, wrong words. I'm trying to say, that I wish it wasn't like this, enemies and killing and hunts and everything…I'm sorry that you, had to be sucked into this… well, as far as I know, you might be one of them already. So I'd have no point to write this. You don't know how it feels, Bella. You have him. It's not the same, being a werewolf and being a vampire…I don't have anyone. I can't! Everything is so complicated…I wish you could understand. I wish someone could. Dammit, I can't keep doing this! I can't keep wanting and wishing…Bella, you've gotta know that I want to be with you,. I miss you, I love you. I think about you too much, which is bad itself, but Bella…. I don't know. I shouldn't tell you, I shouldn't tell you any of this. Sorry. This is one of the hardest things I've ever done. I wish you were here Bella…
Yeah, I miss you too. A lot.
Doesn't change anything. Sorry.
-Ja
He began to scrawl his name at the bottom in his rough handwriting, when he stepped back and took a look at what he'd written. The words sounded so pointless to him now… he reached up with his massive hand, to wipe tears from his cheeks he hadn't seen fell. He ran he enormous fingers across the page, feeling dents and splatters…and then, with an unsatisfied grunt, crumpled the paper up and threw it across his room, pulling out a fresh sheet of white…
Bella,
He started again.
The end.